Put another log on the fire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
And then go fetch my slippers.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me. Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Ain't I aDon't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet,
Don't I take her driving every night?
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tyre.
So, put another log on the fire. Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
And then go fetch my slippers.
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.Then put another log on the fire, babe,.
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